So maybe I'm a bitch.
I get super pissed off about little things.
I can't keep friends for very long, and the friendships I build are always very short and intense, before they go up in flames and smoke. Sometimes I wonder how the fire started. Was I my own saboteur?
I'm miserable because all that is left of the good memories are cinders and ashes. I beat myself up about it for months, even years. I hate it.
But sometimes you just have to learn that you have to rely on yourself, that you're the only person who will be there for you. Nobody else gets it, don't you see?
Sometimes people pretend they do for a while, but if you wait long enough they show their true colors. Their concern for you is only skin deep--underneath the facade they put up, they're just thinking of themselves.
Sometimes I wonder if I am just too sensitive to have healthy relationships with people. I like to think that I'm a patient person, but the older I get the less patient I am with people who don't give me the respect that I demand. The amount of chances I give people drastically reduces from year to year.
I can't help it. Too many people have broken my heart. Or rather, I've broken my own heart over too many people.
I'm sorry, I just can't keep doing it. I have to look out for myself, because nobody else will.
That doesn't really make me a bitch does it?